There is a lot of joy to be gotten from simple things. In my case it was a game of catch between myself and my best friends.
As I write this, I am reminded about the line from “Stand By Me” (the movie). It laments the fact that we don’t have the kind of friends we had in childhood. Luckily for me, I have had these friends since before any of us could drive.
We had the option of going for a swim, tossing the football around, or even playing Frisbee–though I doubt any of us has a good Wham o Frisbee anymore–and any promo Frisbee adorned with the logo of something like a beer label will just not do. Yes, call me a purist, but that is where I stand on the whole thing.
It was good to throw the ball around, though it was much harder to field the bouncers than it used to be. Maybe the thought of getting my body behind the ball is something I would rather leave to the paid professionals. Fortunately, the arm felt good and the catching wasn’t too bad.
Either way, a game of catch is good because you can still talk. It also takes you back to your childhood, when a game of catch was a significant as anything else–or at least as significant of riding your bike all over the place.
My glove is pretty old. If anyone knows the make or age of it, I would appreciate you sharing your knowledge. And yes, we picked up some corn from a roadside stand.